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1 week. I have just 1 week left in my pregnancy. And I'm stuck in bed for the duration of that week and of the previous 2. You see, I am so huge I can barely sit up. I can't see my feet anymore, but everyone reassures me I still have both of them. I have a babysitter with me at all times, mostly Liz or Isabel, and I cannot move without hearing one of them say, "You're gonna hurt yourself!" I try but can't convince them that I am not made out of glass. Today, my babysitter is Isabel...

"Maria, what do you want for lunch?" Izzy asked. I'm lounging out on the couch watching soap operas. I never really was a big fan of them, but when it's the only thing on tv, you become addicted. "Maria? Are you listening?"

"What?" I don't even look up from the tv.

"How do you even understand this? It's in spanish, Maria," Isabel pointed out and then turned off the tv with her powers.

"HEY!! I was watching that! Juan was about to find out about Rosa's affair with Fernando! And the guys ALWAYS cry in spanish soaps! And I do know spanish! Now, turn it back on," I demand and turn towards the tv again. When nothing happened I sighed and added, "Please?"

"What do you want for lunch, Maria?" she asked, sounding tired. Which I can understand; I'm a handful these days!

"Umm...how about...a peanut butter and...potato chip sandwich! ohhh! And pickles, too!" I smiled brightly.

"Ewww! How can you even think about eating that stuff?" Izzy cringed.

"How do you manage to eat tobasco sause on EVERYTHING? Because it tastes good to you!" I reasoned. "Speaking of which-"

"Yeah, I'll put some on there," Izzy said walking back into the kitchen. I pouted because the tv still wasn't on, but she quickly turned it back on.

"Yay! That's right, Rosa! Make him cry!" I squeal happily as the show gets good. I ate my sandwich in peace, mainly because Iz thought she would puke if she watched me, and fell asleep soon after.

By the time I woke up, Micheal and Iz were talking quietly in the other room. "So, do you and Liz have it all set up?"

"Yeah, this baby shower is going to be perfect. I feel so bad because we all forgot about it last time and Maria refused to let us throw it the next week," Iz said sadly and I sat up as much as I could to hear better.

"Well, she was really upset that we all forgot about it when we were too focused on the new apartment."

"Yes, I know. This one will be SO much better than the first one we had planned."

"How long has she been asleep, Iz?" Micheal asked and I ducked down when he looked out into the living room.

"Actually, I was going to wake her before you got home, but you beat me to it. She's been asleep since after lunch time," Iz said and I heard them walk out. I layed down again and closed my eyes.

Micheal came and sat down on the table in front of me. He didn't wake me, not yet. He stroked my cheek saying, "She's so beautiful, isn't she. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps." He moved closer and kissed my cheek and then my lips.

I faked my waking well, acting like my eyes were focusing on his face before smiling. "Hey, you."

"Hey, sleeping beauty," He replied and I pulled him in for a longer kiss. We stopped when we heard a throat clearing, Isabel's.

"Hey, Izzy. I figured you went home," I smiled. God I was good today!

"Well, Micheal just got here, but I'm leaving now," she smiled and went to get her coat.

"Don't go on my account. I wouldn't mind if you stayed," Micheal said and I nodded.

"Well, I have a husband to go home to so I should really get going. Bye, guys!"

"Bye," We said in unison, our eyes locked. "So how are you feeling?"

"Like I will never be able to walk again! I am sick of this! I want to get up and run around, I don't care if I waddle," I whined and he laughed.

"Don't worry, another week, okay?" He said and kissed my cheek.

"Well, it better be only a week. I feel like I'm gonna pop any second!" I scream.

"What do you want for dinner, Ri?" Micheal asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Hmm, ice cream," I grin.

Micheal pops his head around the corner to look at me. "Ice cream is a desert, not dinner."

"Well, you asked me what I wanted and I told you. You could just make something that you think would be completely disgusting and give it to me. I'm sure I'll like it," I said and turned my gaze from him.

"If I let you eat ice cream will you eat something with it?" He said, his voice full of regret for even asking.

"Hmm, how about I think about it while I eat the ice cream?"

"How about...no?" Micheal said and I whined.

"Fine...mmm...I want...a peanut butter,honey and banana sandwich!" I say and see Micheal cringe. "Don't do that! I can't help it, these boys know what they want!"

"Okay, okay. Peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwich it is," Micheal said and went into the kitchen.

I started to hum a song to pass the time; Britney Spears' my prerogative. I got a sharp pain in my stomach and cried out.

"Maria?! Are you okay?" Micheal ran to my side, frantic.

"I think they're coming early, Micheal!" I manage to say.

Micheal's eyes widen. "You mean right now?!?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, Micheal, give me a couple of minutes and we'll see if I can do this without any doctors! YES RIGHT NOW!" I screamed.

Micheal grabbed my suitcase and helped me to the jetta that my mother loaned us. We arrived in about 5 minutes and I made Micheal call everyone while they got me to the room.

"Hello, Miss DeLuca."

"Hey, dr. Martin. How are you?" I say as she helps me through a contraction.

"I should be asking you that question," she smiled. Dr. Martin was an old friend of my mom's so I had no reason to worry.

"How are you doing? I ran here as fast as I could!" Micheal said as he rushed to my side. When he stilled he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm fine, Micheal," I say and laugh at him.

"So, doc, what do we do now?" Micheal asked.

"It's gonna be a LONG wait, Mr. Guerin. Just sit back and relax, Maria. These kids probably won't be here until early tomorrow morning," Dr. Martin smiled and left the room.

"Great, I get to lay around...again! But this time I get to have contractions every 10 minutes! Wonderful!" I say and lay down. Micheal and I sat waiting and waiting until finally everyone arrived...

Review time! Only a couple more chapters before the third story...I don't know how many stories I'm going to have yet, but this series could go on for a while! -Cowgoil10